The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1887-10-28

promised him when you were a wee baby
in along clothes that would have you taught
70 do everything that women can do, and
Of course, after his death, | felt the more
bound to do it. But | don't know why
you should make so much of it now you
can't support yourselfby making biscuits"
81 don't know, said Polly, carelessly =;
81 don't know" she repeated more earnest
ly, springing up and walking about the
room as if her mind were not following her
footsteps.
In a few weeks the Rutherfords had
moved into a small downtown house, with
all the available rooms F'let,'' and poor old
Mr.. Rutherford was trying feebly to dis
charge the duties of a small-salaried Office
into which his friends had put him.
Polly's mother seemed quite crushed at
first, but the girl herself was b~uoyant with
hope, as every young girl has a rightto be,
no matter what her style of living Is-or
is not.
Thanks to Mr.. McIllwaine, she had her
hundred dollars now to invest in an enter
prise on which she had set her heart far
more than it had ever been set on the
pearls. And along with the hundred dol
lars she had also to invest in it youth,
health, good sense, a brave spirit. and a
proud independence. What else needed
she for a happy and successful life {?
Her enterprise began with visit, basket
in hand, to seven or eight of the best city
hotels, and as many of the restaurants to
all of them she offered a daily, weekly, or
tri-weekly supply other dainty little beaten
biscuit, such as she had learned to make
down in eastern Virginia, from a famous
old cook, who had in slave days belonged
to her fathers family, She was successful
almost up to her " expectations, and far
beyond her mothers, and her elation could
not but infuse some hope into that ladY's
weak spirit.
"We must have a new name for your
biscuit, miss said one wise old restaurant
keeper ''what shall we call them 2"
"Call them,' said Polly, hesitating and
laughing, s'call them the Polly-wolly-win-
KUN biscuit"
The Polly-wolly-winkum biscuit got to
be the fashion that winter ; after hiring one
good cook at what seemed uinous wages,
a second and a third had to be engaged
but Polly put on her great kitchen apron,
tied up her abundant hair into a high knot,
and spent four hours of every day in her
T-;+oJ,oD jarealf. M Dlna IF o+har uo RIO
ments, no pretcnse that the cooks would do
as well without her, no tempting offer of
sleigh-rides, no flattering invitations of
any sort could make the little mistress of
work. Naturally the biscuit grew in favor.
The last time | visited the Polly-wolly-
winkum bakery, it had moved its quarters
to a large. well-lighted kitchen, with a
classroom attached. Yes, a classroom ;
for Polly had agreed to teach cooking to a
number of rich mems daughters at a good
round price per girl, and. not to lose the
chance of doing good because she was poor,
she selected a dozen poor girls, to whom
she gave another hour a week, without pay.
Mr.. Paul Mcllwalne was my ciccrone on
the occasion of my visit and when had
admired and praised until the English
language was exhausted he said, gravely
Nevertheless a suit is pending in court
against the Polly-wolly-winkum bakery
it is charged that Miss Rutherford is dis
honestly Withholding from all the young
gentlemen other acquaintance the time and
interest they believe to be their due"
''That is a dreadful charge, Polly-win-
kun" SAID |. "What are you going to do
about it ?"
'I'll engage Mr.. McIlwaine to defend
me-" replied the little bakeress, running
to look into an oven. But somehow her
face was red even before she opened the
oven door ,-ElizabeM p. Allan, In Good
Cheer.